User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319210814/@comment-3135907-20130322200830

Without further speech, Trogger pushes his head up against the wall. After awhile, he says, "Nothen `ere. Burr, oi think ee shudd surch further down ee passage, may'ap find sumthen thurr." Trogger shuffles off, ahead of the small group of hares. Feffle makes a face of hopelessness. "At this rate, we'll never find the bloomin' tunnel, wot," he mutters under his breath.